A Deepness in the Sky

That far back?Then he remembered Sherkaner's desperation when the poor cobber realized that all his science and logic couldn't save his children. And so the seeds of this insanity had been planted. "Okay, Viki. Your mother is right. The important thing is that this nonsense not get in the way. Your father has the love and admiration of so many people"—including me, still."No one will believe this crap, but I'm afraid that more than a few would try to help him, maybe divert resources, do experiments he suggests. We can't afford that, not now."

"Of course." But Viki hesitated an instant, her hand tips straightening. If Unnerby had not known her as a child, he would have missed it. She wasn't telling him everything, and was embarrassed by the deception. Little Victory had been a great fibber, except when she felt guilty about something.

"The General is humoring him, isn't she? Even now?"

"...Look, nothing big. Some bandwidth, some processor time." Processor time on what? Underhill's desktop machines, or Intelligence Service superarrays? Maybe it didn't matter; he realized now how much of Sherk's low profile was simply the General keeping her husband from interfering with critical projects.But pray for the poor lady. For Victory Smith, losing Underhill must be like having your right legs shot off at the hips.

"Okay." Whatever resources Sherk might be pissing away, there was nothing Hrunkner Unnerby could do about it. Maybe the best wisdom was the oldsoldier on, soldier. He glanced at Young Victory's uniform. The name tag was on her far collar, out of sight. Would it be Victory Smith (now,that would catch a superior officer's attention!), or Victory Underhill, or what?

"So, Lieutenant, how is your life in the military?"

Viki smiled, surely relieved to talk about something else. "It is a great challenge, Sergeant." Formality slipped. "Actually, I'm having the time of my life. Basic training was—hmm, well you know as well as I. In fact, it is sergeants like you who make it the ‘charming' experience it is. But I had an edge: When I went through BT, almost all the recruits were in-phase, years older than I am. Heh heh. It wasn't hard to do well by comparison. Now—well, you can see this isn't your average first posting." She waved at the car, and the security around them. "Brent is a senior sergeant now; we're working together. Rhapsa and Little Hrunk will go through officer school eventually, but for now they're both junior enlisted. You may see them at the airport."

"You're all working together?" Unnerby tried to keep the surprise out of his voice.

"Yes. We're a team. When the General wants a quick inspection, and needs absolute trust—we're the four she sends." All the surviving children except Jirlib. For a moment, the revelation just added to Unnerby's depression. He wondered what the General Staff and midrankers thought when they saw a troop of Smith's relatives poking into Deep Secret affairs. But...Hrunkner Unnerby had once been deep in Intelligence himself. Old Strut Greenval had also played by his own rules. The King gave certain prerogatives to the chief of Intelligence. A lot of midlevel Intelligence people thought it was simply stupid tradition, but if Victory Smith thought she needed an Inspector General team from her own family—well maybe she did.

Princeton's airport was in chaos. There were more flights, more corporate charters, more crazy construction work than ever before. Chaotic or not, General Smith was ahead of the problem; a jet had already been diverted for his use. Viki's cars were cleared to drive right out onto the military side of the field. They moved cautiously down designated lanes, under the wings of taxiing aircraft. The secondary paths were torn by construction, a craterlike pit every hundred feet. By the end of the year, all service operations were to be conducted without external exposure. Ultimately, these facilities would have to support new types of fliers, and operations in air-freezing cold.

Viki dropped him off by his jet. She hadn't said where she was bound this evening. Unnerby found that pleasing. For all the strangeness of her present situation, at least she knew how to keep her mouth properly shut.

She followed him out into the freeze. There was no wind, so he risked going without the air heater. Every breath burned. It was so cold he could see clouds of frost hanging around the exposed joints of his hands.